photo dump: sewage

after brunching with the del rosario clan at neighborhood (my first cream of wheat experience...delightfully sweet and tapioca-y...i out-ate her huge cousin denis, who's a body builder?), i decided to drop my wallet down the sewers of a yardsale (but not before a bought a sweater and a rabbit bear). elvo and i went to the police, who called the public works people, who sent a guy with a rake and a big truck. whilst awaiting his arrival, lvo discovers that we can lift the cover off ourselves...and the yardsale girls are nice enough to lend us a golfball retriever, so we start digging. the sewer is a lot deeper than we initially thought...lvo considered jumping in...what a friend. the public works guy was useless. basically told us we need to wait for another guy to suck out the drain, but that guy wouldn't come until a day or two later. bastard. we decide to go after the wallet ourselves. after all, we're mit students. we just built our very own sticks and stuffed our very own bobs! we won't be defeated by a drain!

went back to lvo's for reinforcements. tried to jimmy the pool net, but got caught by his redfaced maintenance guy. lvo butters him up, he lets us take it anyways (without the previously threatened $300 security deposit). the net is LONG, so we hafta thread it thru the jetta. there's keister, comforting it and encouraging it thru its upcoming trials. one long thing understands another, after all. ernstwhile, i'm a scrunched horizontally in the back seat so the mothafucka can go diagonally into the trunk.

nancy, liver, the meryl clan all came to help out. the task turns out to be more brunt work than ingenuity...we didn't use our buckets at all! here's nancy testing the depth of the goop. she really got down into it. division of labor-wise, she was the net flipper outter, which meant that she had to get the closest to the stinky stuff.

lvo was the scooper outer and i was the picker atter. keister documented the whole sordid affair like the good camera-boy-sheep-shepherd that he is.

the passers-by kept looking at us funny. they objected to the stench.

and just as the skies darkened and the going got tough, lvo found it! yay!!!! see? a happy ending is a good ending. and i sorta feel that picking thru shit all day brought us closer together. go team sewer! the whole experience felt very kanny.